He grew more spirited with age, not walking the path of returning to simplicity and natural state of Sword Intent, but instead advancing higher, singing all the way, until the terrifying sword light threatened to incinerate his gaunt body, until he could no longer bear it.
After the old man set out once again, he swept through all his opponents with the broken sword and eventually returned to the place where he had sat in meditation for five years. There he buried his sword, left behind his writings, and met the final moments of his life.
"It's a pity that trapped in this remote place, without an efficient secret technique to enhance the essence of life, although my understanding of the Sword Tao is profound and I'm confident in my intuition not weaker than anyone's, my body dragged me down, and I could not access higher-level scriptures, hence my life can only stop here."